TO THE EDITOR OF THE MORNING POST. SIR, [July 8.] HAVING been present at the meeting of our en lightened and public-spirited corporation of Baniboozle, when the following excellent resolutions of our non-resident members were received and read, I am sure you will be gratified with obtaining an early copy, and recommending them as a shining model for the city of London, and many other communi. ties who have displayed their sagacity, patriotism, and discretion, on a late important occasion. I am, Sir, your most obedient servant, Bamboozle, July 5, 1809. SOLOMON GULL At a numerous and respectable Meeting of the Freemen of the Borough of Bamboozle, held at the Fool's Cap Tavern, in Wapping, on Tuesday the 3d of July 1809; Resolved, That our virtuous fellow-citizens of Bamboozle having wisely returned their thanks to Col. Wars dle for his upright, manly, and disinterested conduct in bringing forward accusations against the Duke of York, it is incumbent upon them to join in reimbursing that upright, manly, and disinterested patriot all expenses he may have incurred by engaging Mrs. Clarke to appear in fabricating and supporting such accusation, and to pay all costs of suit in the trial which has been so unjustly decided against him, contrary to evidence. Resolved, That a subscription should be made by the FRIENDS OF REFORM, in order to raise a fund for repaying any expenses Col. Wardle, or any of his coadjutors, may hereafter incur, from any prosecution for defamation, or for any supposed infringement of the law, in subpoenaing or tampering with witnesses. Resolved, That it is the opinion of this Meeting, that that Mr. Wardle, and the other honourable and independent members who proved the glorious minority of 125, having received the favourable judgment. of the mayor and freemen of Bamboozle, and many other distinguished cities and counties, ought to be exempt from all verdicts of juries to their prejudice, and that it is expedient that the practice of trial by jury, in particular cases, should be abolished. Signed by order of the Meeting, JACOB STAUNCH, Chairman. COL. A CARD. [Same Date.] OL. Wardle presents his respectful compliments to those Counties, Cities, Boroughs, and TownsCorporate of the United Kingdom, which have not yet voted him their thanks for his very popular conduct in driving the Commander in Chief from the head of the army, and requests that they will be speedy in assembling and voting the same. He particularly begs that their freedoms and thanks may be voted to him in GOLD BOXES; as, upon melting down those already presented, he finds the amount in value far too little to indemnify him for the heavy expenses incurred in procuring evidence before the House of Commons sufficient to effect his laudable purpose. This will not now be doubted, since to get Mrs. Clarke alone (to attest, not on oath, against His Royal Highness) it has cost him two thousand pounds and more; which she has clearly proved, upon oath, in the Court of King's Bench. N. B. The Colonel does not wish them to be nice and curious in the patterns of the boxes, only to let them be thick and heavy; for it may be readily con jectured, jectured, after what has passed, that the prosecution of his scheme has or will cost him more than they can restore him; but popularity is an invaluable idol, and he does not yet regret it. TO THE LINES DIRTIEST AND BASEST MAN IN EXISTENCE." [From the Morning Post, July 7.] Mentitur, qui te vitiosum, Zoile, dixit: Non vitiosus homo es, Zoile-sed vitium. MART. EP. TRANSLATION. Styl'd simply vicious, thou 'rt belied: C-B-T! since conscience made you say— Hell had for thee too mild a heat; ́I'll tell thee, monster! a sure way To make thy punishment complete. Amidst thy Registers be plac'd All-all inflammatory stuff— Thousands will light them-and, thus cas'd, But from thy ashes ne'er will rise Unfit t' approach the hallow'd skies, Each wind will blow them to the-D-1. PUNCTUM SALIENS. SLOW AND SURE. [From the Morning Chronicle, July 11.] IN planning expeditions 'gainst the foe THE THE BAROUCHE-DRIVER; OR, A SMALL TRAGEDY FOR WARM WEATHER. Hawke, Embden, Buxton, Stanhope, Lincoln, Lade, Tune-Chevy Chase. GOD prosper long our noble King, Our wives and children all. A woful driving late there did To please his wife, a lady fair, t Both elegant and gay, A squire drove, but babes unborn Though bold, yet as a charioteer Said he, "My love, I'll try my bloods, "I've got my whip from Griffiths down, Then thus the belle-" Remember, Mike, Poor Phaeton's fate of yore." "Pray how should Phaeton know?" quoth he Each in the dickey, cheek by jowl, One groom rode on to clear the van, Behind there rode his brother. But But vainly man says I'll do this, While Fate, who's in a sulky mood, Envy, who knew this squire had sipp'd He call'd on Contradiction's imps To exercise their airs;. When straight the demons seiz'd the brains Poor Michael blush'd, poor Michael curs'd, How few poor brutes, in this sad world, When a bay filly kicking, rear'd, At this discharge each murm'ring breeze At Tattersal's the stables moan'd, In this dilemma of the winds Favonius sole arose, To bear away the baneful burst From the sweet lady's nose! Had a coarse horse marr'd manners thus, The thing were naught; but all 's in arms The fair, with throbbing heart, leap'd out, But Cupids mov'd the noisome soil, The |